This is a continuation of my series of stories about the Countess. While each story can stand on its own you might want to read the first installment calledDreaming in the Shower where I introduced the characters. The sun was up with blinding light on the beach sand. Having gone through Mexican customs at the US Mexican boarder I finally cleared Tijuana, a...
Sara once again found herself seated in the leather wingback chair of her therapist's waiting room. Only a week had passed since she had snuck out through the back exit, box of gifted sex toys in hand, quite confident that she wouldn't be returning. She had returned, though, and her second visit to the quiet, comfortable waiting room had her feeling more rel...
***** Bruised Ego ***** It was twenty five minutes after school and Sara leaned against Andrew's locker. With every noise she looked down the hall, anticipation in her eyes, until she again leaned her head back with a loud frustrated sigh. Andrew rounded the corner, and the young couple smiled with excitement as they saw each other. They came together and e...
Inara never would have made the bet if she hadn't been so completely sure of winning. What a cliche, she thought to herself making her way up the white pebbled path to pay her forfeit. No doubt that was the first thought of every fool who lost a bet. Thinking back, she realized that she'd let herself be spurred on by the crowd—that and her own foolish pr...
It was late and Sara was up watching the 10'o clock news when there was a breaking news story. "Another missing woman has been found," the newswoman announced. "This is the 10th woman this year that has mysteriously disappeared and then weeks later reappeared alive naked covered in food. Each woman that has been found seems to have been made be a human ingr...
The chirp of her phone woke Sara in the morning. She stretched her arm out and plucked the phone off the bedside table. The screen showed a text from an unknown number. She blinked the sleep out of her eyes and read the text. ** Hi Sara... Linda Baldwin. Do you want to meet for breakfast? I'd like to meet before we drive to Perchuga Valley. Let me know. Tha...
Author's Note: Thanks, again, to snooper, my editor. Those of you that have read African Adventure will notice a significant passage of time between that story and this one. There is another story that comes between these two and deals in detail with events that are alluded to or briefly referenced in this story. I have elected not to publish that particular...
Tommy Gant knocked on the apartment door, and was greeted by the vision that lived there. Sara Langhorne, she smiled a greeting, the smile almost stopped his heart, and made his dick twitch. She was about five feet nine inches tall, and Sara had a stunningly beautiful face that could knock an airplane out of the sky. Her hair was a luxuriously cared for mane...
The car I was riding in pulled into the studio complex where we had our sets for the Code Women series. It took a while for me to get through security because I was in my new SUV, and it was driven by another person. We pulled up to the soundstage where the production was housed and walked in. My call was at 7:00 but other members of the cast and crew were a...
By way of introduction, I live in a Midwestern city. My town has a very conservative reputation, which is justified in some respects. More broadly, however, I would characterize the prevailing attitude as benign indifference. Whatever consenting adults get up to among themselves is ok so long as it is not in our face. On a more personal level, I am 50 and a...